His Laughter Tinkled Among The Teacups.

[on The Waste Land:] Various Critics Have Done Me The Honor To Interpret The Poem In Terms Of Criticism Of The Contemporary World, Have Considered It, Indeed, As An Important Bit Of Social Criticism. To Me It Was Only The Relief Of A Personal And Wholly Insignificant Grouse Against Life; It Is Just A Piece Of Rhythmical Grumbling.

A Tradition Without Intelligence Is Not Worth Having.

In The Last Few Years Everything I'd Done Up To Sixty Or So Has Seemed Very Childish.

War Is Not A Life: It Is A Situation, One Which May Neither Be Ignored Nor Accepted.

And Right Action Is Freedom From Past And Future Also.